Smorgasbord Posts from Your Arcives – #Potluck – The Fold – Part Three by D.Avery

Welcome to the new series of Posts from Your Archives, where bloggers put their trust in me. In this series, I dive into a blogger’s archives and select four posts to share here to my audience.

If you would like to know how it works here is the original post: https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2019/04/28/smorgasbord-posts-from-your-archives-newseries-pot-luck-and-do-you-trust-me/

I am delighted to share the first post from the archives of D.Avery who is the author of three short story and poetry collections.  I have selected a wonderful serial that I am sharing across four posts…

Part two can be found here: https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2019/05/11/smorgasbord-posts-from-your-archives-pot-luck-the-fold-part-two-by-d-avery/

The Fold – Part Three by D.Avery

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Laying By

“Thank you for the coffee in bed, sorry I’m so lazy, it’s just that morning sounds have become such sweet music to me.”

“That’s okay, Mom, we don’t mind, do we Dad?”

He grunted his assent and lingered with his own coffee after Hope left to tend her chickens. “Everything okay, I mean, you ain’t got your traveling itch again do you?”

“If you must know, I do plan on traveling, hikin’ to the blackberry patch that’s past the upper meadow, fill some buckets, then hike back, scratches and all, and make jam… Stop worrying, I’ve never been happier.”

***

Berry Patch

“Jeezus, thought you were a bear!”

“Just me. Chores are done, thought I’d pick blackberries with you.”

“There’s more. Tell me.”

“Ok.” He picked as he spoke, careful not to bruise the berries. “You sounded restless this morning.”

“Oh.” She stopped picking, watched him. “I’m not.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“I’m jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“I hear the music of the farm, of you and Hope, but then I’m like a scratch in the record.”

He had stopped picking, caught her tear with a berry-stained finger, pulled her close. “I’m sorry.”

“Show me everything about this farm.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

***

Asking

“What? Music?”

“Hope’s up the hill with her mandolin. Wanted to serenade us. Or wanted to get out of picking berries.”

“I’d rather she play for us than pick berries. She plays beautifully.”

“Yep. Comin’ along.”

“You’ve taught her so much. She’s quite a kid.”

“Yep, she is. She can do just about anything that needs doin’. Except…”

“Except what?”

“No one’s taught her to make blackberry jam. Teach her.”

“I don’t figure she’d want to. She’s always outdoors with you.”

“Just ask her.”

“Ask me what?”

“Hope, I didn’t know if you was interested in making jam.”

“Sure!”

***

Harmonies

He sat in his stuffed armchair.

“Dad, aren’t you going to help?”

“No, Hope, I’m not. Gonna set here and look to be reading my magazine.”

“You could at least play for us. I played for you when you picked the berries.”

“Nope. Gonna just enjoy the sounds of other people workin’.”

It was staccato at first, simple instructions, answers to questions. Then mother and daughter found their rhythm, the tempo increased. Yelps from handling the sterilized jars were followed quickly by laughter. They giggled at each other’s clef of bangs, curled by the steam.

Listening, he smiled, content.

***

Looking Back

“I have to settle gran-mere’s estate. Such as it is.”

He watched her zip her duffle bag. She was a light packer. And an impulsive traveler.

“Can’t you handle this over the phone, or email?”

“I’d rather do it in person. It’s not that far. I shouldn’t be gone long.”

He and Hope stood on the porch in silence, watching her go.

She glanced in the rearview, then stopped. She backed up, turned the truck off.

“I bet Luciene would be willing to care for the animals. If you and Hope wanna go with me.”

Hope’s smile said yes.

***

To be continued…………………………………….

©D.Avery 2018

Books by D.Avery

One of the recent reviews for Chicken Shift on Goodreads

Feb 01, 2019 Ritu Bhathal rated it Five Stars

Made me giggle. A whole poetry book, crammed with verses about chickens crossing roads!
Loved this one:

A chicken crossed the road, as happens now and then
Philosophers and passersby
Did their bit and wondered why
But the farmer wondered how it escaped the pen.

Read the reviews and buy the books: https://www.amazon.com/D.-Avery/e/B00IXZIX3U

And Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/D.-Avery/e/B00IXZIX3U

Follow D.Avery on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/410086.D_Avery

About D. Avery

D. Avery (196?-20??) has long been a compulsive poet. Despite a very important day job educating public school children, she is often distracted by this compulsion, as well as by life’s great questions, such as “Kayak, or bike?”. Though she has come to realize that nothing difficult is ever easy, she believes that it’s all good.

From the author

I live on an island off the coast of Massachusetts with a husband and a cat. I am a teacher of middle school mathematics. I enjoy kayaking, yard-saling and reading. I sometimes write. People sometimes read what I write. ShiftnShake is a place for you to read some of my writing.

Connect to D. Avery

Website: https://shiftnshake.wordpress.com/
Poems: https://shiftnshake.wordpress.com/prompted-poetry/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/daveryshiftn

Thank you for dropping in today and please join D. Avery again next Saturday for the final installment.

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17 thoughts on “Smorgasbord Posts from Your Arcives – #Potluck – The Fold – Part Three by D.Avery

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